break me down

The fallen god had nearly gotten to their street when they were whirled around by a wild-eyed woman in the midst of a panic. Lucy looked at her with mild distain when she shouted the question at their face; who did this person think she was? They stepped back, shaking their shoulder out of her grip and glaring at her with equal venom.

"You have my face. Why?" Her words didn't come out quite as strong as she would have liked them to, but her voice wasn't shaking, which was good enough.

She clenched her hands into fists to try and mask the shaking. She had to look like she was dangerous, otherwise things weren't going to go very well for her. Regret tugged at the back of her mind, but that wouldn't do her any good. Now she just had to stick with what she'd done and see where it took her.

“coming in at number one… damn it.”

"I work at a grocery store," she said. "As a cashier." She shook her head slowly, watching the baristas as they finished up. "I can't imagine being a waitress. I have a hard enough time doing what I am now." Quicker than she would have thought, the drinks made it to them. Yelena took hers with a thank-you-type nod and sipped it carefully. She raised her eyebrows appreciatively.

Decided to include Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche’s feminist message because I feel like it gives a lot to the song. I also included an extra chorus at the end. 

Guardians of the Galaxy fanart! 

Gamora is hooked on a feeling! :) 

Photoshop, a few hours.

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